[ His shoulders relax, offering a faint, lopsided smile back at Bucky as he laughs. Deja vu strikes him hard, split second double vision. It's been the same since Berlin. Bits of short conversation, brief moments where he slips into the past. Things can't go back to the way they were, neither of them are the same boys that met in an alley or even the same men that fought in the war. He knows that. But then sometimes it shakes him how much it seems like nothing's changed at all.
And his own happiness has never been much of a consideration. If whatever unnatural force pulled him to Kharas had first given him a choice, he'd always choose to stand with his friend. But - ]
A few weeks? [ Humor is slips away, his expression distorted with confusion. A chill runs up his spine. Had he been under the sand for that long? ] And someone?
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And his own happiness has never been much of a consideration. If whatever unnatural force pulled him to Kharas had first given him a choice, he'd always choose to stand with his friend. But - ]
A few weeks? [ Humor is slips away, his expression distorted with confusion. A chill runs up his spine. Had he been under the sand for that long? ] And someone?
[ They're not the only ones then. ]